All Chapters of The Mansion: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It took a while before her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Where was she? How did she even get there? The last thing she remembered was something hard and blunt hitting her on the back of her head, and then she was out like a light. Now she was here, in some sort of cellar. It smelled damp and rotten, as if someone had been throwing rotten meat in here. I have to get out, she thought. Where do I start? She got to her feet and it took a few steps before she got blood rushing back to her legs. It was so dark that she wasn't sure whether she was touching rotten meat or just some sacks.  Finally, her hand fell on something cylindrical. It was a flashlight, judging from the switch she felt. Luckily, the battery hadn't died out as it still turned on. She wasn't far from the door, and she saw a note stuck on it. She ripped the paper off

She did as Emile said and poured herself a drink despite the glass being dusty. His brother, Basil, still eyed her with suspicion while Emile cleaned the mess.  "I apologize for my brother's behavior." he said. "He's just a bit... pessimistic.""I cannot blame him." she said. "This place is as terrifying as it is beautiful." "It used to be beautiful." Basil said, his eyes now showing a hint of loneliness. "It was the gem of nobility in these lands. Parties were held nearly every week, and the Master was always happy."  "Then what happened?" she asked."Then she happened, that's what!" Basil spat a

TWO WEEKS AGO "So it's more of an urban legend?""Not really, no. There really was a mansion just past the forest here. It's built atop a hill but I'm not sure if it's still there.""What's the story behind it?"  The old man stopped to take a swig of his whiskey and took a drag from his cigar.  "It's a story no one in town likes to talk about for... well, reasons." he began as he eyed the young lady before him. "It happened long ago, way too long ago that I wasn't even alive, but the story is something that everyone had passed down."  His eyes gazed towards the forest, the fog making it barely visible. "The story goes that when this

She tried to wrench herself free, but his grip was too tight, perhaps unnaturally so, as he dragged her in the middle of the bloody ballroom. She didn't dare look down, as the number of dead bodies scattered all over greatly sickened her. The sound of squelching made her feel so dizzy and she nearly passed out, were it not for Michael talking to her and keeping her from falling. "They're nothing but a bunch of liars, hypocrites... parasites, even." he said, his voice dripping with hatred. "But they're gone now... look..." The sea of dead covering the floor was a sickening, horrifying sight. How did Michael even do it?  "Let me go, please..." she muttered. "Please... I don't want to be here anymore..." Michael studied her face for a while before grabbing her chin tightly, forcing her to look at all the dead bodies. The smell of b

She didn't realize how much exhaustion had taken over her until she lied down on the cold, stone floor of the crypt. Her eyes became heavy and once again she drifted off into deep sleep. The dreams started again.  "Stop this right now! What are you doing?!""Changing things... to how it should be."A sound of a knife, and something heavy falling with a thud on the ground.  In the darkness, she ran, trying to follow the sounds and hoping it wasn't too late. It seemed as if she wasn't getting anywhere because only the void and silence surrounded her. Finally she saw it; a light, but very small and faint, at the end of the shadows, but the moment she reached it...